My wife, Julie, was disgusted. Apparently the tattoo -of some sort of tribal design- went from Angie's lower back down to below her panty line. My wife thought it was totally inappropriate and considered the tattoo to be even more evidence that our next-door neighbor's eighteen year old daughter was a trashy person of the lowest moral character. "Isn't she...
Yes, I'm one of those lucky ones who got to marry their high school sweetheart. But although I had dated Cindy since we were sixteen, we didn't get married until six years later when we had both finished our bachelor's degrees in computer science. Through all these years we have been enjoying our lives together on all levels, not the least important of whi...
I love cycling, but I am still not good at getting out on cold, frosty winter mornings. I don't do much road cycling as I have a fear of other road users knocking me off so most of my fitness routine is spent cycling down muddy forest tracks. However, when winter sets in my stay fit sessions all but disappear and I end up in early spring starting all over ag...
"You look fantastic!" Said my husband while helping me out of the cab. "The dress fits you perfectly." I was so proud about how I looked. Especially today. When my husband, Tom, told me about the corporate party, I was scared I wouldn't have anything nice to wear. The last time we were at the ball was before we got married. And that is 4 years ago. My old...
Do you have any family heirlooms on the mantelpiece? They are old reminders of relatives past, but they are also relics of past lives — very human lives. Elizabeth finds that her jewel box, handed down to her from many generations ago, contains a memento that changes her life — and others. Thanks to RexBrookdale for help with the editing. * I dropped it....
Don't you just hate fetishes? I know I do. Being a slave to what you like and practically creaming your pants in the presence of this fetish. To give some context to my suffering, my name is Kayle, I'm a Futanari, my balls are the size of oranges, and I LOVE being hit in them. But I hate having this fetish. Not for practical reasons, like worrying about per...
Although Sam's coming into our lives was accompanied by lightning and thunder, we never could have imagined the impact of his arrival. I guess I still can't. I'm seventy-two years old now. I was seventy when the story began. My wife, Corrine, was sixty-eight. We have two boys and a girl, all born and raised in this small Midwestern town. They've moved away...
Note: This story is my attempt at a pulp style adventure story. It features a larger than life heroine and her female Irish sidekick. It's a little different from my usual stories, but it does contain the hardcore sex scenes (and a lot of them) one would expect from a Stormbringer story. The story is ten chapters long, with the heavy sex scenes in chapters 4...
I sat on my couch in my small apartment woodenly, still wearing the clothes I had worn to work. My chest stuck to my blouse and bra from the sperm that had been shot on it. I could not make myself care. It had all been too much. The disdain with which Marianne had told me I was dressed improperly. Marianne making me undress in front of men who knew me and wh...
Lee got up quickly at the sound of the doorbell. His oldest friend, Dolores, had asked to come over. He hadn't seen her in several years and was mostly looking forward to it. The tentative part: she'd asked quite specifically if they could meet privately. He'd assured her that he'd planned to watch football by himself − no one was visiting that afternoon....